Can i request a cute headcanon? In this case it center the guys as kids. What if they develope a crush for their nanny/babysitter who is in their twentys? And what if one day they see her blushing and happy while a Kingsglaive caresses her cheek and then kiss her. In Prompto's case a random guy i guess.
Omgosh- I have the PERFECT headcanons for this particular prompt! :D Get ready for an explosion of cuteness! <3
Noctis: Noctis had fallen in love with his nanny from the moment he saw her, at the tender age of four years old. He was absolutely smitten by the way she prioritised him and his needs over everything else that was going in in the Citadel, and she had often talked to his father, King Regis, about courting her when he grew big enough. Regis had just smiled and nodded, casting conspiratorial looks at the nanny, who would in turn smile and shake her head as her cheeks flushed a light pink. However, on Noctis’ sixth birthday, Noctis experience his first real heart break. Noctis was only looking forward to receiving a present from one person, and one person only- his nanny. He ran about the Citadel in his new clothes and shoes, a happy smile on his face as he weaved between the legs of Crownsguard members to reach the staff lounge. Noctis entered without knocking, as he usually did, but he found something that he didn’t want to see. A present in a glaive’s hands- and the glaive’s lips on his nanny’s lips. They were kissing. And his nanny looked happy. Noctis balled his little fists and turned right around, his chest hurting and his midnight blue eyes burning in angry tears. Noctis ran straight to the throne room, where Regis was currently holding an audience with some ambassadors from Altissia. Banging on the door, the guards had no choice but to let the distraught prince into the throne room. Regis stood immediately, his eyes trained on his visibly upset son as the small boy ran up the stairs, stumbling quite a number of times before Regis met him half way and scooped the small, crying boy up into his arms. When Regis had asked Noctis what was wrong, Noctis could only sob harder and bury his face further into Regis’ chest. Regis dismissed the audience early and sat atop his throne with his heart broken son- petting his hair and pressing kisses to his head until the poor boy fell asleep. Later that day, Noctis’ nanny approached Noctis with a neatly wrapped present, smiling charmingly down at Noctis. Noctis turned his head and walked the other way. He didn’t want her present. She made him hurt.
Prompto: Prompto was often left by himself in his adoptive family’s home, but when he was too young to look after himself, the Argentum’s hired a nice nanny locally. She was a nursing student and she was extremely kind and accommodating to shy and friendly six year old Prompto. Prompto quickly fell in love with her kindness- he liked it when his nanny spent time playing toys with him, and taking him to the park to play on the swings. He really liked going to the park with his nanny, because afterwards, they would go for a really nice walk in the public gardens and Prompto really liked to hold her hand. Prompto was very happy with his nanny, and didn’t quite like weekends because that meant that his parents were home and that he wouldn’t be able to see his nanny until Monday. However, that weekend, Prompto was really excited because his parents were going to be taking him out for a picnic at his favourite park with the swings. He helped his mother make sandwiches and helped his father pack all their play gear before they all headed off hand in hand as a family to the park. On the way to the park, Prompto noticed his nanny with another older guy. Prompto tried to wave to his nanny, but she didn’t see him. Prompto deflated and kept walking with his parents. Once the Argentums were settled in the park on their picnic mat, Prompto excused himself and ran off towards the playground. He climbed up to the slide platform and tried to find his nanny again amongst all the people in the park. He blushed as his eyes landed on a young couple kissing behind a tree. But then he gasped when he realised that the woman that was kissing the man was his nanny. Prompto’s chest constricted and he felt like it was getting hard to breathe. The blond little boy quickly slid down the slide and stumbled towards his mother and father, who were eating their food and chatting cordially until they say how distressed their adopted son looked as he approached them with arms outstretched. Prompto wasn’t sure who he was supposed to go to for comfort, so he stopped before both his mother and father before simply collapsing on his knees and pressing the heels of his palms desperately against his pretty blue eyes as he sobbed loudly. Prompto’s mother immediately moved forward and wrapped her arms around her precious boy, shooting her husband a worried look. She asked Prompto whether someone had said something mean to him, and Prompto shook his head. She asked if he was hurt. He paused for a moment before he nodded. Pulling away, Prompto’s mother checked Prompto over and found no markings on her boy’s body. She frowned slightly in confusion. She asked where he was hurting. Prompto pointed to his chest as his lip wobbled.
“I want to go home. I don’t like this park any more.
It’s mean and it hurts my feelings in here.”